What a drag it is in here
Boredom marches on
Like the moans of the weary
I don’t remember anything
I did a week ago
And I don’t really want to
There’s too much rain
Not enough sun
Not enough fun
It’s such a drag in here
Boredom marches on
Like the moans of the weary
I’m weary and wary
Fed up with your
Work a day and your charms
Tired of your yeses
And your no’s
I moan like the weary.
-- Copyright © 2010 by Anthony Buccino, all rights reserved.
Adapted from long-lost FROM A WAREHOUSE chapbook.
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